though and if you should already be dead
cleave to me for I rise
over the blood sea
here is my name
twisted as corn into your ear
I’ve been growing you know
while you slept
that’s what corn does
I who rise
with my fleshy stem
streaming light
on your left is your imagination
on your right your future
I’m twisting them together
so there can be no escape
everything that happens will be what you wanted
you will remember everything
in dying
and also before you die
when you witness your own death
I will be with you
imagine your heart as a sphere
glowing red
I am the panopticon peering through it
opening all the doors
the doors flow in
the doors flow out
leash the grave to your neck
marry your face in the mirror
and you can have it back
homunculus and omphalos as one
don’t tell me you didn’t see it coming
the carpet sighing at your cheek
the women raising their arms into the sky like knives
like you were the chamber of their heart
beating the blood into the center
when you’re rising into the center
your father on the rudder
this beauty of your cruelty
the bear fur you pour over your face
washing you
cutting off your cheeks
to make you a man
take me with you into the dark
so you can fly